VIII- Broken Vow

Day 8

EVAN

John hasn't awakened yet, and it's almost nine in the morning. I sat on the edge of my bed facing his bed, worried. I'm awaiting his awakening so I may make amends for my actions at the theme park. I shouldn't have left; I was so annoyed that I messed up my hair. Last night, as soon as we got to the hotel room, I changed his clothes and washed him up before putting him to sleep. He didn't throw up last night, despite being quite inebriated and unconscious. My fist clenched as I felt irritated and angry.

He moved just as I was ready to stand up, so I turned to face him. His eyelids slowly opened, but it was clear that he was still feeling queasy. I couldn't say anything since I was stunned as I stared intently at him. He was startled as he looked my way, which made him get out of bed.

He inquired abruptly, "How long have you been there?" and I just smiled. No matter what I do, I am unable to speak a single syllable. Because of what happened, I am guilty. "Did you bring me back here?" It took me time to recover my voice as he said, "Sorry, I don't remember anything."

He was astonished when I said, "I brought you back here because I was worried about you; it was a good thing that I spotted your Instagram post, so I traced you."

"My Instagram post?—Wait, I posted on Instagram?" He asked one after another.

I added, "Yes, and also on Twitter," and he quickly covered his lips with his palm, looking so shocked. He then searched for his phone and opened the Instagram app. After finding it, he was obviously astonished when he saw the posts and realized what he did last night at the pub. As he looked at me, I watched him stroke his cheek.

"Please tell me that I didn't do this," he begged. I burst out laughing. He's adorable when he's acting this way. I said with a shrug of my shoulders. "I really wish I could say that, but sorry, I don't lie, especially to you." John sighed and looked down when he heard what I said. I approached him and made a semi-bow so I could view his face when I noticed his shoulders moving abnormally. I thought he was cute at first since he appeared like a grumpy child.

But as I watched him cry, my smile vanished. He even used his hand, like a child, to dab away his tears. I stood next to him and softly patted his back while bringing his head near mine. I felt him hugging me again and crying next to me all of a sudden. I waited for him to settle down as we remained in that posture for a while. In an instant, he turned to face me and exclaimed, "What took you so long?" while sobbing. "I wouldn't feel so alone if only you were here," he continued.

If only I had come back yesterday right away, this wouldn't have happened, and I felt even worse about it. Both being intoxicated and being touched by others were improper for him. Yesterday, we had a wonderful opportunity to be together. I believed that this time I had not succeeded in making him have a good time. I gave him a heartfelt "I'm sorry" embrace as well. I gave him a bear hug and apologized for having allowed him to go back alone and for having let myself linger in the city. He was sobbing, and I could almost feel his fingertips tracing my spine.

JOHN

All of that wouldn't have happened yesterday if only he hadn't allowed me to return alone and if he had returned right away. If only I didn't like him, I wouldn't have been unjustifiably jealous, inebriated, or vulnerable to other people's touches.

When I realized I was feeling jealous of his companion, I instantly released my grip on him. Perhaps this was one of the reasons I became inebriated. Even though I don't like Evan, I had already fallen in love with him; therefore, it was too late for me to cease having feelings for him. There was no going back now. Not only do I feel ashamed, but I also think that part of the reason I'm crying is that I was hurt once again.

Evan abruptly grabbed me by the arm, drew me close to him, and gave me a second hug as I was ready to turn around.

He mumbled in my ear, "Please let me hug you for a while." My face was on his chest, and I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks. I felt as though my heart was racing as he responded, "I've missed you, did you know that?" I simply couldn't help it and gave him another, tighter hug in return.

I muttered, "I've missed you too," and I heard him chuckle.

We let go of the hug after a bit, and he encouraged me to wash up because I smelled like vodka, so I accepted his advice and had a shower. When I got out of the shower, I looked in the mirror and discovered that I had a bunch of hickeys. Evan, I really wish you had done this.

I shake my head to clear my mind and exit the bathroom. Evan was preparing breakfast on the balcony when I noticed him. Seeing him do the housework makes him appear gentler and more appealing.

I changed into my clothes before approaching him to eat. He offered me a seat as soon as he saw me. He is a really kind dude. I gave him a smile and sat down. But I was taken aback when I noticed that the teddy bear he received at the theme park was positioned between us. I chuckled and said to him, "You didn't tell me we have a guest today," and he laughed as well. Taking the teddy bear, he put it on his thighs and said,He waved the bear's hand at me and said, "Evohn, say hello to my friend, I would like you to meet him."

"Hi, I'm Evohn, and I like hugs and cuddles," Evan stated in a chipmunk voice. So I laughed and extended my hand to shake hands with the teddy bear.

"Hello, Evohn, I'm John, and I'm really delighted to meet you," I replied, chuckling at the teddy bear, and I noticed Evan smiling at me.

"I'm glad you came here today to join us with Evan," I replied, making eye contact with him, it's like we're kids playing tea party together.

"Master Evan insisted that I come with him so that I can properly introduce myself to you," Evan remarked in a chipmunk tone. I grinned as I ate, and I noticed Evan had already put down the teddy bear and began eating too while glancing at me with a smile.

"Isn't it unfair that you let him call you Master when I'm the one who adopted him?" I giggled and remarked to Evan.

"Do you prefer to be called as Mommy?" He questioned in a sexual tone, biting his lower lip, which made me chuckle.

"Well, I'm the one who will adopt him, so I deserve to be called his mom," I proudly told him. He shook his head and murmured something to Evohn.

"Evohn said yes; he would love to call you mommy," he joked.

I yelled at him, "Hey, what did you whisper? That's unfair; only Evohn knows!"

As he took a taste of the meal, he declared, "It's a secret between us, with Evohn." We simply giggled.

We both reclined on his bed to watch television after we had done eating. We couldn't think of someplace to go, so we opted to stay for the day. I turned to look at Evan, who was watching TV while actively reading the book he was holding. I am even more motivated to write now that I am aware of his love of reading and photography. My phone abruptly rang with the sound of an Instagram notification, so I grabbed it up and checked it out. Hanz's name appeared in my notification, and I was shocked to see that he had just uploaded five photographs on Instagram.

I looked at it right away and found that he had put our wedding vows, my bouquet, and our wedding pictures of the two of us. But when I read the caption and saw that he was remembering the wonderful day, I was even more taken aback. I thought this was only a show-off to cover up the mistakes he made. This can't be happening, and I have to stop it. His name reappeared on my notification all of a sudden.

When I examined it, I discovered that he had shared a photo of me holding his hand and grinning when he took the shot. He appears to be envisioning me holding his hand from the angle. This photo was taken years ago, but it was just recently uploaded on Instagram with the remark that he would want to make me smile once more. But I experienced no thrills; instead, I felt nothing. I don't feel pleased or excited at all. After reading the caption, I'm left feeling nothing at all. I received a message out of the blue, and it was from Hanz.

I received a series of messages from him saying, "I know you are reading this, baby; please don't do this. I promise I will change. I'll make it up to you. I know I made a mistake, and I blame myself for that, but please don't do this to me. I can't imagine myself without you. You promised me to never leave me, no matter what the circumstance, and that is in our vows. Please don't break our vows." After reading it, I clenched my fist in anger; how could he say such a thing to me?

As I was reading that, I turned to glance at Evan, who was still deep in his book. After so many years of difficulties in my marriage to Hanz, I actually felt happy again with Evan, if only for a brief period of time. Hanz emailed me a ton of pictures all at once, and they were all screenshots of my most recent postings when I was in Italy. The last image he shared was one of Evan and I at the beach admiring the sunset.

He then asked if Evan was the new person who had made me happy in a subsequent message. I hesitated before answering since Hanz was right about Evan. He continued, saying that it's okay if I'm happy with Evan, but I must keep in mind that we are still technically married as of right now. So I was thinking, "I already filed for divorce; don't tell me he didn't sign it." I mumbled to myself and answered him right away.

'What's left to break when it's already been broken, you say? How could you say don't break our vows? The moment you started cheating on me, our vows were shattered. What is broken cannot be fixed! I'll never forget that, I promise! And I'm not going to change my mind!' I answered while tossing my phone onto the other bed.

Evan looked at me with concern, "Is there something bothering you?" I simply gave him a smile while looking at him.

I told him, "Nothing, I'm fine," as he nodded, messed up my hair, and planted a kiss on my forehead.